Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.